Sunday, December 24, 2006

Movie Review: Rocky Balboa

This movie taught me an important life lesson.
It made me realize that even when you're really old, you still have one good fight left in you.

I used to think that I was just a washed-up bum.

But now, metaphorically speaking, I think I have one good fight left in me.

Look out world!

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

What I Ate Today: Special Roadkill Edition Part II

This is how we do.

Note to amagomundi: I see your pig display and raise you one cochinillo.

A full rack of McRibs. With Rendezvous dry rub. Before.

And after.

Afta afta.


Pork tenderloin.
I swear, this pig was like the Giving Tree.
God rest his soul.

In case anyone is concerned, I'm not feeling so hot today.
I'm seeing things float around in the air and something is happening in my stomach.
I might take it easy on the leftovers.

Also, I'm beginning to show.

Monday, December 11, 2006

What I Ate Today: Special Roadkill Edition

So there I was, minding my own business last night, when my neighbor tells me, "Go 'round back. There's something I want you to see." Because he is Spanish, naturally my curiosity was piqued.

And that's when I first encountered the pig in the tree: the 200-pound pig with no name which had been found on Madison Avenue in the middle of the street in the middle of the night with a bullet in its head, and had been run over only once, and discovered by my other neighbor who was on his way somewhere but was considerate enough to call and alert my Spanish neighbor, who promptly drove out and scooped it up, took it home, and tied it to a tree in the backyard, all before anyone else in Memphis could lay claim to our prize.

So, we stood looking at it, contemplating the delicious beast, and wondering what we had done to deserve this gift from the heavens above. Was this some reward for carrying out the Lord's work? I can't speak for the others in the group, but I hadn't even been to church in two full weeks, and that was only to see Al Green preach.

After several seconds of silence, and some mindless banter about salvation, I helpfully suggested we stuff an apple in the pig's mouth and take its picture.
Alas, none of us had an apple on our persons.

So, the pig remained hanging, dead of course, not feeling a thing as its digestive organs were removed, and consequently played with.

Then, as there was nothing else to do, we ripped out the pig's heart.

And ate it with fava beans and a nice chianti.

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